AYLETH
The morning of the day of the Signing was perhaps the most viciously slow that Ayleth had ever experienced. As if the Goddess had slowed her hand on the spindle of time and was forcing Ayleth to wait, to wait, to wait…
But finally, finally, as lunch was served to all the royals in their chambers so they might finish readying for the historic event without revealing their gowns, bristling with gems and crystals, the hour that they were to move to the amphitheater finally approached.
Ayleth's ladies had been tittering and hissing for the past hour while her hair was dressed and her gown prepared, but when finally the maids had lifted it over her head—a silk square over her hair to ensure the dress didn't mess the carefully set style—and the dress settled on her shoulders and hips, Ayleth sighed with relief.
